A bloody demon stood in the misted streets, sword dripping with red. It wasn't human, or so it seemed, having come into its task with inhuman efficiency and ruthlessness, slaying the party of magicians with unsettling ease. Its head lowered, and as it drew back its hood, the face of a young woman was revealed. All that could be heard was the sound of falling blood; all that could be seen was a pile of dead wizards, slain before they had time to react... Not that they had a chance -- they were white mages, healers. It's just a pity they had to find their way here.
Yoko gave a sigh. "Not a challenge at all. Such a shame." She flipped Kirikuzusu to a reverse grip, hit the switch to separate it, and drew both slashers out to finish the job: She would bring in the scalps and skulls of her victims to the bounty office, whereby she could verify her kill. It was a pain not to scratch the face, but the rewards were well worth it. Just a bit longer, and she could buy that new gun she saw at the armory; what fun that would be, wielding.
"Rea Min Taka..."
"...?" Having just removed the head of one of the younger members, the voice of an old-timer reached Yoko's ears. She turned, and found the near-dead mage, draped in blood-stained black robes, muttering a spell with his final breath. Was it an attempt to kill her, or to revive his comrades? Either one would be unsuccessful.
"... Rish Wara... Saros...!" The man fell dead, but his hand smashed against the ground, seemingly cracking it as it fell. Pulling up the head of her victim, Yoko shifted, to find the earth respond to the crack with astonishing speed. The firmament gave way in the dark alley, where the mages had sought refuge, and then rose up as great cragged pillars, apparently some sort of earthly evocation. There wasn't time to admire or admonish it, though, as Yoko was forced to spring back, still gripping the spinal cord of the one she had killed.
It spread quickly, like wildfire, crumbling the buildings around it -- residentials, which quickly gave way to the terrain's upheaval. Those inside scrambled to escape, but few were successful; the destruction was simply too fast to avoid. It was only with her Kiel magic, movement faster than the eye can see, that Yoko avoided harm. When the spell ended, much of the surroundings had been completely ruined, struck with crags of rocky ground that pierced both stone and flesh. Men, women, and children within a few yards of the blast area were skewered, and the bodies of the mages lost entirely.
"Damn you," Yoko snarled as she watched from the safety of a distant street; it seemed as if the ground had become a great porcupine, sticking up its quills menacingly: "Don't mess with us." There were a few casualties, sure, but it wasn't in the job description to protect while seeking fugitives. With a shrug, Yoko turned, still gripping the bloody head, and began her trek to the bounty office. This little stretch of wasteland wasn't worth her time anymore.
(( Okay, Demonic Jester; here's my post. ))